The People Traders follows the young girls abduction and preparation for her new life. However, not all is going well for the trafficker, when a bizarre set of events gives the girl her freedom. Now she's on the run in a hostile country and her new owner wants her back, no matter what the cost! Will she give up, accept her new life or fight for the most converted of all human possessions - her freedom?

    Why would I? I never gave one a chance. My Motto: Take them home, show them a good time and send them home with a smile. NO repeats. NO call. Many people would say that's arrogance at it’s best. I could careless. I’m living my life by my owns rules and looking good while doing so. That all changed when my sister threw me together with her best friend. My dick instantly turned hard the moment I saw her. My mind thought of all the wicked things I could do to her. However, little did I know I met my match in her.HIS MATCH:I knew all about him. I knew how he treated woman, and I be damn if I become like the many others. Yeah, I will admit that his sexy good looks and boyish smile make me want to give in. Yet, I refuse to give him the pleasure. He thinks his sweet talk will get him what he wants. He’s wrong. Even though my mind says to fight him, I crave his touch. No matter what the cost.THIS IS A COMPLETE NOVEL. NO CLIFFHANGERS

    Life for Randa in the Brewster household was hard because of an uppity aunt and a pair of cousins who considered the young girl beneath their standing. They labeled her the shame of the elite black Brewster family, a dark mark on the good Brewster name, and made her life miserable because of it. Unwanted and unloved in a house filled with strangers, things looked bleak for Randa, but her circumstances took a sudden and dramatic change when her grandfather was made aware of her plight. Vowing to her that things would be different from here on out, her grandfather took a shy, introverted little girl under his wing and over time molded her into a strong, intelligent young woman. After the death of her beloved grandfather, the now wealthy Randa, thanks to a deathbed blessing, moved to Tullahassee, Oklahoma with the desire to locate the mother she was taken away from, but what she found instead was a life she never imagined she would ever have.

    She’s been in a committed relationship, with her first love Crim for six years. On the outside, looking in you would think Malone had at it all. The love of her life and two beautiful children, a nice house and fancy cars. Picture perfect huh? Numerous of late nights and early mornings, the love of her life stayed away from home and catered to the streets. Demanding her respect and putting her foot down, who knew the one time you wanted to be heard and stand up for yourself. Your life changes drastically for better and for worse. Sphinx born and raised in the slums of East Atlanta, Zone 6. He’s the Trap God, nothing moves in his hood unless he signs off on it. He’s arrogant and rude. He thinks he’s God gift women and every broke hoe dream. He’s every niggas worst nightmare. His motto is fuck em, feed em, spoil em, and leave them. He refuses to be in a committed relationship. His main focus is his children and his paper. Sphinx and Malone are from the same hood, but they don’t know each other. They run into each other on a few occasions. Malone is against dating any man that’s in the streets due to past experiences. Sphinx isn’t the average man in the streets. He can have any woman he wants, that’s a fact. He’s never been turned down by any female before, until he meets Malone. Every man wants something that they can’t have. The thrill itself is a natural high. The two of them become curious about each other, and decide to do a little exploring. Take a wild ride with these two as they play Russian Roulette..

    Devlin. Hornbeck had been in captivity for four years, was gradually given more and more freedom, but never tried to escape.

    Does not pull punches. Phantom stuff!”Anukriti Pandey (Screenwriter): “Read Bhang Milkha Bhang for a ride through space and time and the narrow, eerie, lanes of the human mind.”BOOK DESCRIPTION:*A millennial trying to break the shackles of caste and sexual orientation**An anxiety-ridden NCB officer advocating CBD and spirituality**An ambitious woman entangled in an abusive marriage**A balding educational consultant playing assassin by the night**An eccentric narco looking for his deal of a lifetime*What brings them together?Chirasthayi Bhang – an unknown species of cannabis which has historically been protected by a lineage of monks has suddenly appeared in Mumbai’s drug underbelly. Rumor has it that it reverses biological processes – and almost everyone wants it.What follows is a high-stakes tussle between a group of highly peculiar but dangerous individuals for the mythical treasure, where each is prepared to put a lot up for gamble to obtain that which was previously considered unobtainable. Before long, things start getting messy – messier than anyone could possibly imagine.To what extent would one go to get something that was already lost forever?

    Her first husband, and then her second husband end up abusing her also. Later on, both her surviving children were abused, one by her ex husband, another by a trusted boyfriend. Michelle finally manages to free herself from this cycle of abuse. This is her true story of her escape. It is Michelle's hope that her story will encourage others who are trapped in abuse to seek freedom.

    Although their time together is beautiful, it doesn’t last long. Shayla and Darius part ways, returning to their lives of normality. For Shayla, that separation leads to meeting and falling for Kurt – a man whose hands hurt more than they heal and show love. Even though she knows their union must end, Shayla can’t quite pull herself to leave… until Darius returns. The bond between Shayla and Darius was almost instant and too good to be true, which is why it was so easy for the both of them to walk away. This second time around, Darius’ fairytale love is exactly what Shayla needs to get out of her hellish reality. There’s just one problem: Kurt isn’t willing to let her go easily. Will Shayla stay, or will she find the courage to leave and believe because of Darius that love doesn’t hurt?

     Now he's been gutted and left to die alone in a local park. To find the killer, Marr must find his way through the web of corruption and lies surrounding Dalca's death, whilst fighting off deceit a little closer to home...

    Today I’m just another thirty-something-year-old guy, living the suburban dream in southern California. But there’s something my neighbours don’t know about me. Something you’d never guess about me. Something, that up until these past couple of weeks, I’d never dream about telling you. Something you wouldn’t believe. I was, in the most horrific of manners, and by the most unlikely of people, sexually abused as a child. Not shocked? Well, wait until you hear the full story… WARNING: This book is based upon a true story of child abuse, and as such contains passages that some readers may find disturbing.

    She's craving it from the man that knows her inside and out, a man that think he knows her, and the best friend who doesn’t know her so well. Mica left a hectic lifestyle in hopes that the grass was greener on the other side, only to find out its just as dark. Mike is the first love of her life. Wes is the love of her life. What to do when you have two wrongs that both feel right? Both are south siders, but which one really has her heart? Will either of them change for her? Are they even worthy of her love? At the same time, she has a messed-up view of what love should really be. In this book of love, lies, and deceit, find out what Mica's next move will be! Maybe there’s no hope for love on the southside of Chicago. Or will she ruin her only chance at love?

    

    

     The award-winning author Mary Jordan writes literacy narratives and articles since the early 1980s. Literature is her great love and she easily and with joy writes. Her narratives have been published since the 1990s. In 1994 she won a literature competition and her narratives were published in ‘High Club Magazine’. The idea for the novel “Destiny of choice” was born suddenly, when in her home a young girl found a home, who had experienced the horror of child flesh trade. Her confession and need of protection woke up in the author the will to tell this pathetic story and thus to express her empathy in her own way to stand against the global problem of human trafficking with women and children. The book has been published and found wide response. With it the author gained popularity. Ionna is a young girl with a restless soul. As a result of the physical violence she experienced at home, she ran away from her parents. Life outside is freedom, but it is filled with dangers and surprises. Will this beautiful young girl survive unharmed after the countless underwater reefs of the criminal world? Will she find love? Will she grow up? Will be emerge victorious in the harsh struggle for survival? She probably will, as long as she unerringly follows the path of her lucky star. Mary Jordan goes further in her own fight with the flesh trade. She has decided to donate 50 per cent of the royalties to diverse organisations, whose aim is the liquidation of the human trafficking. As a further goal, in front of her remains the creation of a foundation for child protection-victims of abuse. For her, basic care for the society now and forever has to remain as the protection of the child, the small and vulnerable, but so important for the future of the human race.

    However, just days before the programme was due to air, it was cancelled; a move that not only angered those women, but further fuelled rumours of a wider conspiracy, as even after his death, it seemed that any mention of wrongdoing on the part of “Old Jimmy” would inevitably only be met by a cold, eerie silence. A silence all too familiar for his victims. A year later, a rival TV company decided to make their own documentary concerning the Savile abuse claims. After some initial reluctance, Kat Ward agreed to speak to them. This time, the programme did air – and the story was huge. Literally overnight, a man, who was, in the eyes of the British public, a national institution - as harmless as afternoon tea for many - now stood accused of crimes so heinous, that a collective air of disbelief began to descend, as people struggled to reconcile the claims with his cheery image as a children’s champion and charity fundraiser. However, over the following days, more women came forward. Any disbelief soon vanished. Within a week, the list of potential victims had soared into the hundreds. Prime Minister David Cameron sought to appease a growing public demand for the posthumous revocation of his knighthood, and the Metropolitan Police publicly acknowledged Savile as a “predatory sex offender”. No tears were shed as his gravestone was demolished. His victims must have thought they’d never see the day. But Kat Ward had long given up hope of justice anyway. After suffering a tormented early childhood, in which she was abused by her family, she eventually found herself shuttled between care homes and approved schools; institutions that promised a sanctuary from abuse, but all too often seemed to sponsor it. Many decades later, and after a life marred by depression, she was persuaded by a psychiatrist to write about her experiences, in the hope that doing so might be cathartic. She obliged, and last year her debut offering, “KERI” - in which she recounts her earliest years - took literary circles by surprise, as it became an international bestseller. And now, in this much-anticipated volume, she recounts her early-mid teen years; no longer a small child, but a girl on the cusp of adolescence. Still traumatized by her early experiences, but not entirely without that sense of vague hope that is the inalienable property of youth. Now at Duncroft Approved School for “emotionally disturbed girls”, her life had come to resemble that of a prisoner; a good day was a bad one and a bad day was horrific. A pattern interrupted only by the periodic visits of a certain creepy old man in a shiny tracksuit, with a pocket full of a cigars and a caravan full of demands. There were Rolls-Royce trips to London. There were jaunts to TV studios. And, of course, for Kat, as with most of the girls, there were dreams of a brighter future. But despite all the promises, there was simply no way out. For at almost every turn, another nefarious character was waiting to take advantage of the girls that no-one would believe anyway. Now you can read her full story here. No punches pulled; no stone left unturned. Just the truth, committed to paper over many years, in the hope that it might help inspire the brave, enlighten the misled and heal the abused… WARNING: contains passages some readers may find disturbing.